Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.